Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... enough to be friendly. They hid their secret love as best they could. Megan assumed at some point in the future, she would tell her sister about her and Mitchell. It felt so natural to Mitchell. Not awkward. Playing with her hair while she sucked his cock on the couch, pinning her up against the shower wall in the morning, licking chocolate syrup out of her pussy after dinner – it was all so easy for him. With each cum injecting orgasm into Megan, he thought of her as his mother less and less. A few weeks later, Jordan stopped by. She hadn’t heard a word from Mitchell in quite some time. She figured she’d surprise him one night after midnight. Jordan peeped into the front window, seeing all the lights on, but no movement. She knocked on the front door several times, there was no answer. She walked around back, near where the pool was and her mouth dropped open at what she saw. She found Mitchell. He wasn’t alone. He was sitting in the shallow end of the swimming pool, a dark hair woman she didn’t recognize, was bouncing wildly on his cock. Jordan tried to look away but she couldn’t. She watched Mitchell grin, grabbing Megan’s large tits when she flung her head back, cumming once more, and buck his hips upward into her. Megan tried to be quiet but was failing. Jordan watched Mitchell stand, taking the woman with him, and began pumping upward into her once more. She was shaking, moaning, and cumming. Mitchell ...

... grunted and worked Megan from behind next - her tits jiggled, Mitchell slapping her ass, her mouth hanging open. “I’m cumming!” Megan cried out, failing to be quiet. “Yes! Cum for me!” Mitchell ordered her. Mitchell pulled out, pumped his cock several times, and sprayed Megan’s face with semen. Jordan sighed softly. She and Mitchell weren’t a couple, but she thought maybe they would end up as one at some point. Apparently he was sleeping with other women. Jordan left, not bothering to contact Mitchell again. The following weekend, Mitchell came home from work on Friday to find a note taped to the door. “I’m at the beach.” He smiled, entering his home, changing into his swim trunks. A few minutes later he stood at the railing that overlooked the beach entrance. Mitchell watched Megan in the orange light of the setting sun, nude in the water, standing, extending her hands, attempting to touch a nearby dolphin. He loved her. Making his way down the beach, he stopped, watching her wave at him, motioning him to join her. He chuckled, untying his swim suit, pulling it down, stepping out of it. Mitchell walked naked toward the water, stopping shortly before entering; something to his right had caught his eye. A large heart with “M + M” was doodled into the sand. “Megan and Mitchell,” he thought, entering the water to join a person he no longer thought of as his mother, but his woman, the love of his life. The end.